Russian Roulette |-/ Joshler

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Tyler wasn't sure how he could get the knife from under Josh's mattress without the older boy noticing, but when Josh asked Tyler to sleep with him that same night, Tyler agreed instantly.

He planned on knocking Josh out with chloroform while he was asleep, just in case Josh woke up while looked for the knife.

But it didn't go quite as Tyler had planned.

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Josh stared up at Tyler with wide eyes, holding his breath to the best of his ability, as Tyler pressed a damp cloth over his mouth and nose.

"Shh. Just breathe." The younger boy ordered.

He hadn't intended on Josh waking up, he must be a light sleeper.

Josh used his free hand to push uselessly at Tyler's chest, his other hand underneath Tyler's knee.

He had a feeling something like this would happen. Tyler had been acting strange all evening and Josh wasn't stupid.

He'd taken the pocket knife from under the mattress and put it under his pillow.

Sure, it was risky, but now that he thought about it, thank god he put it there anyway.

He quickly let go of Tyler's chest and brought his hand back behind his pillow, pulling the knife out.

Before Tyler could even register what Josh had done, he felt a sudden rush of pain burst through his side.

Pulling the cloth back from Josh's mouth, crying out as Josh dug the knife into him harder.

Realisation suddenly hit the older boy, he could kill Tyler.

Right now.

But he didn't want too. This was an accident. He didn't mean to stab him.

He wheezed out, gasping for breath, pulling the knife out of Tyler, receiving another cry of pain as he did.

Regret filled him as Tyler collapsed on his side, clutching at where Josh had stabbed him, blood pouring out rather rapidly.

"Oh god. Oh fuck. Tyler I'm sorry." Josh choked out, tears brimming in his eyes.

Tyler looked up at him, tears streaming down his face. "I wasn't going to hurt you, Josh, I only wanted to put it away- I only wanted-" He sobbed out.

Josh placed his hands over Tyler's wound, crying as his scattered mind thought on what to do.

An idea came to him and he sighed deeply. "I can fix this, Tyler. I can make this better."

He leaned over and grabbed the chloroform drenched cloth.

Tyler shook his head aggressively.

"Don't- please, Josh. Don't fix this, I don't want you to make it better." Tyler breathed out, his words tumbling off of his tongue as he began to hyperventilate.

"What?! No, no please- I can-"

"I said no, Josh. Yo-you were right, I'm fucking crazy. I love you but you d-don't love me- I should have- I shouldn't have-" Tyler squeezed his eyes shut.

"I do love you, Tyler- I don't care that you're crazy- You did what you did but it's fine, I forgive you- Please, let me help- don't leave me, Tyler, please don't leave me." Josh begged, using the bed sheets to stop Tyler's wound from bleeding any further.

Josh didn't even care that he'd said those three words he'd forced to the back of his mind. He meant them, and he wished he'd said them sooner.